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Definition of a Rap Flow Contest Entry

LYRICS:

Ya' goddamn slack-jaw 
Pick ya' ass up off the asphalt 
How many times I gotta pass y'all? 
Hats off to who? You know it's me- 
The bro wit the poetry, Leave a chode MC- 
Lying on the floor, he crying, "woe is me" 

I'm throwin' these- 
Totally proficient with flow and ease 
Go and see- noticed you thinkin'- 
You got the potency to roll with me 
Homie, you know you will get broke and beat 
I'm dope indeed 
I grab the microphone, you grab your rosary beads 
Who came to see me speak? 
The soul in the boiler room, mold to the beat 
Had the flow since a fetus- I'm dope, please believe it 
Zoomed out the womb, boom box and adidas tryina break 
My mama called me Nate 
I walked out of the hospital and bought a can of paint 
Ever since that day, nothing has been the same 
Became the maniac upon the mic that you cannot contain 

Mentally, I'm better than everyone 
Never met anyone tellin' me different 
I mean it, I beat it up, eat it up, we get up- 
Even the beat isn't ready for me 
When I begin to speak in the mic 
And I'm freakin' it right away 
Never be havin' to breath 
I'm competin' to be the one 
biddin' a bitter goodbye 
to an idiot thinkin' he king 
It ain't really a thing when I'm bringin' it out- 
But the people, they love it- that; I'm all about 
And if I could defeat every bit of the weak in a weekend, 
I'd do it and then I'd be out 
With a negative agony down in my belly 
I'd be disemboweling all of my enemies 
Draggin' 'em back to the pad in a bag 
I'm attackin the whack and I'm leavin' 'em empty 

Tempt me 
I'm a nice guy, but who knows, I might snap 
When I kick flows, these thick hoes get sewn to my sack 
I write that with an intention to bend it and lean it 
If I say it enough, it'll become true, do you know what I mean? 
It's like I walk through valley and I'm askin' for sex 
I finally got to Leb and then I'm askin', "what's next?" 
I bust heads, but in a nice way- I might stay and rest 
Or maybe I'll head back to Windsor, so I can play with my friends 
Sup Teece, sup Ethan 
Hey Nate, wassup Drew 
Hey nick, what's up nick 
Futawn; fuck you 
I'm just playin baby ♥︎ I cannot be taken serious 
But if you want a lyricist, look no further here he is 
Steerin' his vehicle into the ditch- pitiful 
Miserable little idiot fillin' the rhythm full- 
Of everything he got, will he give it up? No sir 
Everybody wanna see him swimmin' with a toaster 
Overhead, I fly like a missile 
Soar like an eagle, I'm so official 
This'll maybe hurt a bit, might even tickle 
Either way it doesn't have to be made into a big issue 

If you wanna get down to the beat 
I'm the clown for the job 
You have found what you need 
I compound with the sound 
I confound and defeat 
From the nose to the toes 
From the ground to the beak x2 

If ya' just got paid 
Or ya' just got laid 
And you're havin' a good day, say hooooo 
"Hoooo" 

All the people in the place 
Who are feelin' out of place 
Who don't really wanna play say noooo 
"Noooo"

The Boiler Room

Slack-Jaw

LYRICS:

I'm going hungry 
Grab the microphone and spit the bungee- 
Chord flow, contort and control the country 
Not a lot of proceeding with portions that they brung me 
So I'm treatin weak MCs as a substitute for lunch meat 
The problem is- the time that I'm squandering 
Pondering rhymes, fondeling dimes 
Not trying to get a job again 
I wanna stop until l I start feeling properly confident 
Stomping sense into martyrs, using their blood as a condiment 
I wander in a state of oblivion 
Livid, livin' in a schism landscape 
You better not get in this man's face 
Trainin' his way to becomin' incredible 
When will it happen? I can't say 
Pay him for his damn tape, put fame on this man's plate 
No matter the case- nobody could make 
Nathan overlook his morals or forfeit or break 
Buckle or bend 
Fuck it, I've been bucklin' down 
Hearin' em chucklin' until I give 'em somethin' to suck again 
What now 

Bust it 
Seasoning the track, leaving 'em dusted 
Add a little spice, it's nice and the ladies love it 
All these cheesy rap cats'll get scrapped, trashed in the rubbish 
It's the easy mac daddy, fattening y'all up on a budget 
Crushed in - the mortar bowl, the kid is sorta bold 
When it comes to makin' a mess with the pestle, death'll unfold 
Get to steppin' bro, I ain't no steppin' stone 
Lethal weapon vocal 
Keepin' these heathens steaming like vegetables 
Healthy 
Come and help yourself to a helping that is heaping 
Muy facil, simply speaking 
Believe me- Tabasco 
So hot that I'll make hell feel like it's freezing 
Till you begin dreaming of me when you're sleeping 
Wake up, punk- time for breakfast 
Next up on the guest list, J A to the R V, set to wreck shit 
The eggs get scrambled, MCs get burnt toast 
The timer goes ding, I'm ready to eat my meal and go 

I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
Eat any punk MC 
Until I feel my meal is complete x2 

- cuts by Crusty Cuts 

Trust me, I'm gonna look really full soon

Hungry

LYRICS:

Alone 
Caught up in the mix of an unknown city 
Yet it all felt vaguely familiar 
As though he’d been there a past life, or in a dream 
He wanders aimless 

Set adrift from the bus stop 
Amongst traffic lights and cops 
The sound and lights hit his face like waves 
He remains unphased, navigating alleyways 
With a strange sense of recollection 
As he enters the great divide 
Between two scrapers of sky 
A cold wind rips through his clothin’ 
And brings a tear to his eye 
Frozen, he shivers from the bitter cold wind 
As he pulls his jacket tight and his hood low, 
Tugging at the drawstring 
He heads for the closest bar and takes a seat 
Orders up a cold one and somethin hot to eat 
He takes out a book of poems and begins to read 
But with his old eyes and with that dull light, 
it’s easier to look at that mirror and think 
A lone traveler, an artist 
Lookin’ for life, love and happiness 
In a glass half-full of hardship 
And with the words “love and loss” 
Inscribed inside his mind, he sighs deep 
Closin’ his eyes, all he really needs is sleep 

He awoke, noticing the chick on his left, two seats down 
Couldn’t be anymore’n 22 at a New York bar, no one around 
Somethin’ about the scene was so profound 
Yeah, he saw the beauty in the truly broke and low-down 
“Hello” he says, “what’s your story” 
The chick looked over and said 
“I was on my way to Burma-Shave, I just stopped to get some rest” 
Not wanting to test the patience of this girl he just met 
He looked back into the mirror, when she looked over and said, 
“You from around here?” 
“Naw, it’s my first day” the man replied 
“I just arrived on the greyhound and I’m only stayin’ one night” 
“Oh, that’s cool. You here for any particular reason?” 
“Not really, I just wanted get away- 
Change the scene, catch the breathing” 
“Yeah, I know the feelin’ 
When you just gotta do some soul-searchin’, it’s so urgent 
You gotta purge- search Earth for the worth in person 
I can assume, as you get older- it only worsens 
‘Cause every passing day, I feel the erosion from the whirlwind” 

Ya' know at first the man was taken back by that response 
He just couldn’t figure out why, 
It was kinda like this chick had read his mind 
It seemed apparent they shared some sort of other-worldly bond 
He couldn’t put his finger on 
Almost like they had met at one time 
And so he studied her every move, looks, dialect and attitude 
Kept asking her questions- grillin’ her, feelin’ her vibe and mood 
“Who are you? What’s your story? Where you from? What do you do?” 
“I’m a writer with a vision on a mission to find the truth” 
Replied the chick with perfect diction while she scribbled on a napkin 
The man was so distracted by everything that was happenin’ 
He didn’t catch the words, but when he looked he could see three 
‘Cept it was too dark in the room and far away for him to read 
She handed the man the pen, demandin’ the man’s attention- 
Said, “Nathan, I know you know me- and you know we’ll meet again” 
Like that the girl was gone, the man woke up, pen in his palms 
To his left; a napkin, he read it- 
"Love and loss" 

When you’re out on your own 
And you’re travelin’ a road 
And you’re never gonna stop 
Never gonna go home 
No home, not anymore 
You ain’t got nowhere to go 
You ain’t got no one to hold; 
Love and loss 

You look into a past 
That is shattered and cracked 
Scatterin’ years, laughs, 
Tears and fears and no cash 
Toe-back, shoe-lace ripped, 
Brain snapped at stem 
Flash back to the when; 
Love and loss 

Hold back, no, hold tight 
The slow draft, the cold night 
The show might not proceed 
Unknown flight- meet your needs 
The foresight cannot see 
The light at the end of the tunnel 
Troubled, under- 
Love and loss 

The lonely one, the only one 
Who seemed to hold and mend 
Was gone a long time ago 
I know, I can see you hold it in 
And now you’re wishing you could 
Befriend the breeze and the wind 
Man, you had that dream again; 
Love and loss

Love & Loss

LYRICS:

Rock the rhythm, move your feet 
Everybody gettin' loose to the boogety-beat 
Be free to the kick, high-hat and snare 
Discrete, slow, fast or flare 
Take care of yourself, don't push too hard 
Don't get stuck, baby- gotta be smart 
Let it come natural 
Whether mellow or fast 
Ya' gotta match the pace 
About face with the fashion 
Action, never passin' out, smash and dash 
And when the beat drop, collapse 
Into the vibe intermittent 
With the rhymes that I'm kickin' 
Lifetimes symbolized by the high-hat tickin' 
Get it, got it, good 
Understood what it gotta be 
Not a comedy, on an odyssey 
With a bundle of bottom feedin' 
Poverty stricken people bodily wobblin' 
Wantin' to find a better day 
With melodic equality 
Promising nothing 
Gotta blend in- 
To flow of the river comin' 'round the bend 
I can, I kick my steps- I jam 
All alone with a head full of friends 
You bend to the rules, I bend to the beat 
I've been extending a dead end street 
Rain falls a drizzle 
Makin' ripples in the creek 
Keep movin' as one 
And the cycle don't cease 
Be free to do 
Be free to be- you 
Do whatever you see fit, kid- breath 
Sigh of relief, yeah, a breath of fresh 
Keep it movin' to the rhythm 
Till you learn the steps 
Left to right, now right to left 
Spin like a cyclone, break ya' neck 
Don't look at your feet 
Ya' gotta keep lookin' forward 
The dance of life has no end 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 

No end in sight 
I speak, I write 
Part of a cycle- 
Spark in the night 
Found my rhythm when I was just a pre-teen 
Gotta fuck the scene up and show my light 
My life is this, my life is that 
A bit of blues 
A little jazz 
A boom and a bap, fact is 
Doing it, ruinin' cats, 
Fuming in fact, 
grabbin' ahold of the rhythm 
And I never lose track 
Poetic inevitability is livin' within me 
Infinity- finishin' anybody with a simile 
I really be feelin' an innovative bit of energy, 
I dare anybody to 
Kick a rhyme in my vicinity 
I'm witty with it, really killin' 
All of my shows 
I suppose you don't know 
Well, I guess I gotta show 
You how the fuck it goes 
Alright, I speak, write, read, I flow 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control x2 

Rock with it, rock with it 
Non-stop with it 
Clock tic-tocs- 
I'm still on top with it 
Watch it when I kick it up 
A couple fuckin' notches 
Stop in and you'll find that 
I be killin' all the gossip 
Destiny 
That's a real big word 
Testin' me 
Rest in peace to the herbs 
I merged with the force 
When I came to the fork 
The river took hold and I lost all form 
It set my course 
Now I got a path 
For the back and the forth 
Never givin' in until I master the sword 
And I'm heard from the west- 
to the south- to the north 
Contort it with a white cap 
In event of an emergency 
I'm sure to be murderin' 
Any hurdle inadvertently 
Drowning? 
I'm never bound to be bringin' it down 
I'll be found flowin' on the surface 
Permanently 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control x2

The Beat

LYRICS:

Dead man buried in the basement 
Basement 
Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship 
Spaceship 
Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with 
When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' 
What? 

Man, whatchu you talkin' about, my dentist is amazin' 
Why you talkin' 'bout the dentist in the first place, man? 
I dunno, I'm just a little frustrated 
Sittin' in the waiting room, gettin' sick of waitin' 
Space the umff out, 'till I'm thinkin' about the placement 
of waiting room chairs and the places that they're placed in 
Pickin' out the toys, if I was younger, I would play with 
But I'm no longer a boy, docile, complacent 
What a nice place, cleanliness, organization 
Excluding the crooked plaques, making me insane, shit 
to the right of them, sittin' a pretty paintin' 
This one is level, it is properly situated 
Posted in my chair, yes- I'm sittin' in my station 
What's takin' 'em so long, man- I'm gettin anxious 
Just as I'm thinkin' all about evacuation 
The nurse walks in and she calls out, "Nathan" 

Dead man buried in the basement 
Basement 
Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship 
Spaceship 
Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with 
When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' 
What? x2 

Now I'm sitting in my chair with a hat on my hair 
Sunglasses on my face and a dead man's stare 
At the light right in front of the teeth 
Pearly white like a light bright device type-machine 
Now I'm waitin' once again and I'm lookin' outside 
At a basketball court and an overcast sky 
And nobody around save the cars in the lot And the freeway through the trees way out past the park 
Hygienist walked in with a tone I could tell 
Said, "Nathan, it'll be a couple" 
Oh, what the hell 
Now I shift my focus to the window itself 
Tissues, a fan and some books on the shelf 
Absolute Beginner's Guide to the Bible 
And World History are among some of the titles 
120 Banned books, wonder how many I know 
It's only 10 in the morning and yo, I'm bored out of my mind bro
M.C. Escher, that's the one I'd like to read 
At least I know it has some pictures I would like to see 
Pamphlets on the right that might not apply to me 
Bite Soft and Straight Talk About Crooked Teeth 
The dentist comes back, to scrape upon the plaque 
I'm uncomfortable, burdened by the sweat upon my back 
I hate the feeling and sound of them peeling through my mouth 
I got a cavity? I'm glad, good B Y E 
See y'all around 
G'bye 

Dead man buried in the basement 
Basement 
Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship 
Spaceship 
Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with 
When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' 
What? x2 

I'm steady flossin 
I'm steady flossin 
I'm steady flossin 
Orally awesome x2

The Beat

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